In a house upon a hill.
For birds like me were the style you see,
Though I sometimes felt quite ill.
I had seeds to eat, in a seed dish neat,
But they didn't agree with me,
So I flew away on a rainy day,
To live in a greenwood tree."
"My, that's rather strange," said Uncle Wiggily. "I don't see how a sailor lad could live in a cage, nor yet perch in a tree. I must look into this. Perhaps it may be the beginning of my fortune."
So he crept along very softly, and there, perched on the limb of a tree, was a nice green parrot, scratching his crooked beak with his left foot.
"Ha! How do you do? How are the oysters? Have you been in swimming? Pass the crackers, please. Right this way for your hot ice-cream cones!" quickly cried the green parrot in a shrill voice.